As I look at this picture of my dad when he was a kid, I can’t help but wonder if my own son will look similar when he is this same age. I hope so, for the main reason of seeing my dad live on in the next generation.

It deeply saddens me that the two never had a chance to meet. They would have gotten along frighteningly well, I think. They would have had water gun fights, played baseball, rode bikes, hiked in the park…and I’m sure my dad would have taught him some woodworking in his basement workshop, too.

It isn’t fair that my son was cheated of those experiences with my dad, but at least I was lucky enough to have them with him myself when I was a kid.

Damn it, I miss my dad. A lot.


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